Divide and Conquer

My hometown has often been called the Arctic Tundra of Texas.  That name might seem a bit extreme, but like Friday night, if you’ve ever experienced a north wind hitting Gruver, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about it!  Game time was a WINDY 48 degrees.  It was C-O-L-D!

That didn’t get in the way of a great time visiting with friends, tasting some traditional Gruver Greyhound treats, and watching some of a barn burner Homecoming football game.  Yes, readers, it was my 35 year reunion.  No OLD jokes, please!  I get enough of that from my kids!  Later, in this blog, Darren will probably make some wise acre crack about being younger than me.  Nothing but LIES!

Homecoming at Gruver, for as many years as most can remember, starts with THE Chili Supper.  One long-time resident and friend of mine said, “I know we had it in 1966 when I was in first grade!”  He was celebrating his 40 year reunion!  Too much visiting and catching up kept me from the proper detective work to get the actual start date, but y’all, at least 52 years!    It’s location has moved a time or two, but the food is the same.  Tammy Mitchell and crew made this year’s supper, and it was excellent!  Each ticket gets you a piping hot bowl of Texas chili (I wish I had this recipe!) topped shredded cheddar cheese.  Jalapenos are optional, and you get a handful of good ol’ saltine crackers on the side.  

Then, oh Lord, you get the best homemade cinnamon roll you have ever tasted!  The rolled layers are the perfect width, not too doughy, and in between is the sweetest buttery, cinnamon-sugar mixture. (Maybe someone from Gruver will share this recipe too!  I’m playing my home-town girl card here!  PLEASE!)  If that wasn’t enough, the cinnamon roll is also covered with a thick swipe of, I think, buttercream icing!  Yum! Yum!  Yum! Yum!  Yum!  Darren’s doctor will be happy to know I didn’t eat all of either, but it was hard to leave it, but I also had to visit the Greyhound Grill!

Gruver’s high school and athletic complex were renovated a few years ago, and someone really smart designed the inside/outside concession stand that services the gym and football field.  It also has a commons area where the chili supper was held.  It really is a cool setup!  Krista Davis is in charge of the stand, and they are raising funds for the Senior Class of 2019.  I also saw Lee Bob Harper in there!  It was a busy, busy night, and you could tell how hard everyone was working to have happy customers.  Krista suggested I try the cheeseburger brown-bag. Five bucks got me a flat-top grilled, juicy burger dripping with a slice of melted cheese on a warm bun with crispy, fried, crinkle cut fries, just like you would imagine from your favorite diner!A condiments table is staged outside with all the freshly sliced veggies you could hope for, so I could dress the burger the way I wanted!  I like mine with mayo, lettuce and pickles, and I was only going to have a bite, but it was so good, I had 3…or 4!  I almost forgot about the fries!  They killed it with those, mainly because they use seasoned salt!  Every one I tried was hot, crisp, and perfectly seasoned.  I didn’t even get the drink and candy that was been included in the brown bag price because I didn’t need that temptation at all!  It is a delicious deal and one I can highly recommend.  GO HOUNDS!

Darren headed northwest to Logan, New Mexico.

Lost in Logan

OK, I’m going to rant a little so forgive me.  I always try to stay PG in the blog, but I could slip up.

The reason I went to Logan was to play golf at 12 Shores, a beautiful, beautiful golf course.   The staff is very friendly, and the house we rented on the course, near the lake, was excellent.  If you are a hacker like me, it’s a fun and hard course.  I recommend if you’re close to it, and even if you’re not, stop in, see Katie, the pro, and play.  The course is a hidden jewel in the area.

Here’s my rant.  I am techonly challenged. My fault.  I understand it’s my fault.  If it weren’t for Word correction I couldn’t even spell technicly.  I’m not sure why I have a cell phone.  I don’t know how to use the damn thing.  (Sorry!  There went the PG.)  I’m geographically challenged too.  I know in my head when I travel up and down I-40, that I-40 runs east and west. But when some one says, “Well, go east on I-40.”  I still ask, “Is that a right turn or a left?”  So, some of these places I go, I need the help of the little British guy telling me where to go.  Here it goes… How the hell and who the hell lets the British guy tell us where things are in the USA?  I don’t go to Britain and expect some guy with a southern accent to tell me to turn on Downing street, and that I have arrived at my destination to the Queen’s palace.

My first encounter with him (British guy) was going to the golf course.  My buddies were telling me to turn on exit 346.  Then my phone rings.  Very rarely does my phone ring.  So, when it does, I get a little concerned.  I end up passing the exit, thus my geographical challengitis, so I turn on the British guy.  I start turning around going back toward the exit my buddies told me to turn on, and the British guy says, “Turn back around.”  I wind up on some road where there is construction.  We are down to one lane and waiting on the lead car to take us down the road.  I’m late.  I’m always late…

The second encounter was returning from the concession stand to the golf course house.  I missed my turn again, so I asked the British guy.  I’m driving and having hell, one finger typing in the address.  I get it in, and once again the British guy takes me to a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.  I have heard this saying before and laughed at it because it’s funny.  “It’s darker than seven foot up a bull’s  *#!”  I ACTUALLY experienced 7 feet of darkness.  IT AIN’T FUNNY.  It was overcast, cold, and DAAAAARRRKK.  I had to pull over, because that’s what guy’s do, and I jumped out of the car because I KNOW I’m the only one out there and took care of business. Even with the car lights on, I was engulfed in darkness.  17 minutes later, (It only took 10 minutes to get Logan in the daylight.) and I’m still not close, going down the dirt road to nowhere,  and I finally see a farm house.  I had two lame brain thoughts.  Thought one, “RELIEF!  There are signs of life!”  Thought two, “Now I know why farmers get up at the crack of dawn.”  I know they are hardworking guys that feed the world.  I’m very appreciative of that fact, but if I was the farmer living out there, the very, I mean the very first sign of light, I would run outside.  I hate the DDAAARRRKK!

On to the food.

There are some benefits to working in a concession stand, and Friday night in Logan, NM, I saw one of those benefits.  It was cold. I mean fall football cold!  Thanks to my vast knowledge of how to work my phone,  I was not prepared for that cold.  I was wearing golf shorts!  The concession stand that Ms. Chrystal ran was full of volunteers.   See how warm they look!   I ordered fast getting a burger, nachos, and hot chocolate.  We don’t criticize food, but when I first looked at the food I thought, “UH OH.”  But, let me tell you, that burger was good!  It had just the right amount of pepper and salt.  It tasted like my Mimi’s homemade burger with that pepper taste I love.  I just ate it, so there isn’t a picture.  The nachos looked like every nachos I’ve tried.  Man, I don’t know if the chips, cheese, or peppers were different than the rest of nachos I’ve had.  They didn’t look it, but they dang sure tasted great, like the old kind of nachos tasted.  The originals! 

I found the hamburger pic! 

Chrystal and the freshman class, keep up the goodness.  Hope your Homecoming was great!

P.S.   I know you can change the voice of the little British guy…. Technically!




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  1. I know the recipe that we had for concession stand chili. The recipe came from Mr. Lloyd Looper(sorry even at 47, having his as my bus driver amd later a teacher, still have to “Mr.”). The recipe i still use today with some slight tweeks.

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